An Element of Risk

An element of risk adds to the thrill, and you’ll never convince me otherwise.

As a single woman on a quest for sexual emancipation, I had experienced an erotic, transformative and carefully planned threesome with a couple. My first girl kiss… first taste of a nipple, of a clit, of juice not my own. Someone else’s husband unable to keep his hands off me, making me squirt all over the floor with a kiss, right in front of his wife, in my living room. It was heady, and I wanted more. I wanted two men this time.

But who with? Two strangers? Risky. Many offers of ‘joining me for an mmf’ slipped through my fingers as I considered alpha male dynamics, potential penis envy, ruining a (very very) satisfactory monthly FIFO fuck, but mostly, stumbling over getting two men to be in the same place at the same time.

I had nailed down one partner. D, my fantasy comrade. We met on RHP and bonded over listening to each other’s sorry stories of troubled relationships with respective significant others. As you do. Sex with D is like coming home, he has the loveliest cock I’ve ever kissed or licked, and I always feel totally myself with him. But mates is what we do best, and I’ve promised to be at his funeral so we’re stuck now. We made a pact. To help each other fulfil every fantasy. We did the sex club, the ffm… No jealousy, just friendship, adventure, openness, and sex. No brainer. No penis comparing. A safety valve against stranger danger. D said yes. One locked in.

Now J. Jesus, what a pain! (He'll get editing rights, don’t worry.) J had ‘requirements’. He has ‘his kinks’. He 'likes to watch' (let’s remember this whole thing started with me wanting two cocks, not one and an audience). He deigned to join in.

‘Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy, J? Whose fantasy is this, anyway?’ It was laugh and work with him, or seriously… I was thinking about chucking the whole thing.

But J was very attractive to me (‘buff’ in fact… D’s word not mine, though I concur). J was at least into communicating, so our fantasy scenario was built, scene by scene.

A perfect stranger was going to walk into my bedroom, where D and I had already gotten underway, I was going to get the full treatment. We had it all planned. To the nth degree.

I checked in with D. ‘All good’. Laidback to the max.

My first clear memory of J’s body was his cold hand (it was raining outside) placed perfectly on my arse, conveniently presented in all its roundness, since I was sitting on D’s cock and bending down to kiss him. That firm hand was erotic and shocking, and I gushed immediately, heard D’s moan of appreciation as his cock and balls felt the warm wetness. The candles didn’t let me see well out of the corner of my eye, but J was a presence behind me. His body, I learned plane by curve, was hard muscle. His will I already knew matched mine.

There was the thrill. The one that drives the risk taking. The one that makes up for all the disappointing encounters. A stranger’s firm cold hand in the near-dark. Laying claim. To my arse, my wet pussy, my whole body.

If you’re waiting for a ‘then this happened’ story… this isn’t that. The rest is flashes, blurs. J’s hard cock in my mouth for the first time, presented with cock and balls tied up. His gorgeous body, sexy chest under my hands, soft hair excruciating on my nipples. Generous mouth kissing my mind further away and my senses closer. D behind me, slipping his lovely long cock in my pussy alongside J’s… oh my … the nerve endings I never knew I had.

A mouth on my clit, a gentle suck of my folds, two fingers in my pussy stroking me to gush after gush, another on my sensitive nipples, my hands gripping two handfuls of hair. Head hanging over the bed, licking someone’s balls, cheek rubbing a hot hard cock, hands full of another. Alive and responsive, soft to touch with a core of iron. My legs spread in invitation. A flick of the nipple, a slap on the arse. Strong hands in my hair, guiding my mouth to just the right tempo, encouraging just a little more depth. Moans. Breath. Mmm.

D watching me through slitted, satisfied eyes, as I watched him and smiled a secret smile, and J took my arse.

My last memory of J that night was of him kneeling by my bed and kissing me goodbye. I was sticky with cum and my own juices and sweat, breathing deeply and not quite in the real world.

We didn’t get to every scene we had planned. J’s in for another. Anyone like to join?

(Note to my sisters… plan for one of your partners to stay with you a while. This is no experience to be trifled with. It’s not just physical.)